Author's Note: Explicit language warning for this chapter. Originally this chapter was meant to be a lot longer but I'm suffering though a heat wave at the moment and my brain is shot. Also I'm back to Uni this Monday, I'm hoping to stay on top of getting chapters out but study will rule my life now so they may be bigger gaps in between posting of new chapter. I apologise in advance.


The alarm had been triggered at six thirty in the morning. Thor had been brooding in a blistering hot shower, enjoying the feel of water reverberating off his back. He had been attempting to clear his thoughts and relax into the steam filling the shower cubical. The pricing ringing had taken him by surprise and made him flinch. It drilled into his head and instantly caused a dull thud to settle behind his temples. The wireless speakers which where embedded in the walls of every room in the tower began spewing out a repetitive mantra in a calm female voice.

'All available Avengers, assemble immediately in the Situation Room on level four. This is not a drill. All available Avengers, assemble immediately in the Situation Room on level four. This is not a drill.'

Sighing in dismay Thor fled the safety of the shower. He grabbed the clean pair of jeans and casual top he had laid out for himself, struggled into both garments and quickly tied Loki's long wet hair in a lose ponytail. He noted as he passed the half foggy mirror that it looked incredibly obnoxious and out of place but he didn't have the time or desire to figure out an alternative way to keep his face hair free. He hastily strode out of the bathroom, into his adjoining bedroom and out into the hallway where he encountered his brother. Loki was poking his head out of the door to his room, glaring up at the ceiling where the noise of the alarm was admitting from in the hallway. When he heard Thor approached turned his attentions on him. Thor witnessed his own blue eyes widen with shock and his jaw slack.

'What have you done to my hair?' Loki seethed as the expression of shock in his eyes turned to distaste and anger. Thor raised an eyebrow.

'I could ask the same of you brother.'

Loki had allowed Thor's blond hair to become tattered with knots and clearly had neglected to brush it. He had Thor's broad chest completely exposed, the only garment he wore was a pair of sleep pants which Tony had clearly supplied as the word 'Metallica' had been repeatedly plaster in bold red letters all over the soft material.

'I was sleeping.' Loki said defensively. 'Or at least I was until this insufferable din began.'

'It's the alarm Tony had installed to signal an emergency. A governing body of political representatives the Earthlings call the U.N can trigger it at any time. It means that the world needs the Avengers.'

'Stark allows a 'governing body' to make choices for the Avengers?' Loki produced a vindictive laugh, entirely full of to much pleasure. 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Does he also have to raise his had to before he uses the bathroom?'

'I am in no mood for your mockery. I have to go be with my friends.' Thor made to move pass him.

'I'll come with you.' Loki said as he stepped out into the hall. It was Thor's turn to laugh.

'I don't think so.' He gave his brother a firm shove as he tried to pass, but it was now much harder to unbalance Loki than it had previously been. Loki remained unmoved, he had pursed Thor's lips and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest.

'I don't think you have a choice.' He flexed Thor's muscles in way of threat.

Thor suddenly felt completely emasculated and entirely embarrassed. He realised that he had no way of forcing Loki into anything. There was no plausible way that he could physically overpower Loki in their current state. In that moment he realised that Loki must have felt like this since they were children. Thor had always been bigger, stronger, older. Thor didn't like the tables being reversed one bit.

'Fine.' He growled in defeat. 'But for the love of our shared mother, put some clothes on!' Thor tried to ignore the smug expression which graced his own features as his brother ran back into the room to fetch more suitable clothing.


When they finally arrived the Situation Room had been teaming with action. The widescreen TV which hung at the end of the room was alive with multiple images. Tony had implemented a split screen. Live footage streamed in one corner of the screen while Director Fury was barking instruction on the other.

'The U.N. has signed off. Stark, I have my best jet coming to collect you now. You should be in L.A. within an hour after lift of. The L.A.P.D. are attempting to control the situation as we speak, military forces should be arriving now.'

Tony was humming in response as he looked over pages of documentation. Nat was slouched into a chair and was busying herself with loading her hand guns. Clint was collecting specialised arrows from a cabinet and Vision was speaking into a mobile phone in a calming and reassuring tone, occasionally pacing from one end of the room to the other.

Thor strode into the room amd made a direct line for the cabinet in which he stored Mjolnir when he stayed for extended periods in Stark Tower. He unlocked the glass cabinet and firmly gripped the worn leather handle. Effortlessly, he lifted the war hammer. He closed the pane of glass which served as a door to the cabinet and turned to walk the next cabinet which encased his Asgardian armour. He failed to notice that the entire room had plunged into deadly silence until Director Fury's voice yelled; 'Somebody explain what the FUCK is happening. NOW!'

'Well,' Tony started, 'funny thing, really-'

'You better hope I start laughing very soon Stark, because right now I am failing to see the humour. Why the fuck is that little shit on my planet? I'm getting real tired of these motherfucking Gods on my motherfucking planet without my expressed fucking consent! Why the fuck is he holding one of the most powerful object in the known universe? Do you want me to nuke Stark Tower?'

Nat placed her gun in its holster and stood to face the television. He demeanour remained pacifying and her expression was one of neutrality.

'Director, we can explain.' She said in a reassuring tone. She was already in her fighting gear and looked far more intimidating than she sounded. 'Loki is on Earth. We may have neglected to tell you.'

'Excuse the fuck out of you.' Fury growled as he folded his arms across his chest. Nat continued despite the deadly expression on the Director's face.

'But that,' She pointed to Thor, 'is not Loki.'

'Romoanoff, choice your next words very carefully, I do not take well to being called blind, stupid or both.'

'No, sir. What I am trying to say is that looks like Loki but it's not. I know this sounds absurd, but that's Thor.' She gestured to Thor again and then gestured towards Loki who stood eyeing the television set with extreme caution. 'And that's Loki.'

Silence returned to the room as Fury constipated this new information. His nostrils flared and he narrowed his eyes in Loki's direction, scanning what was once Thor's body for any hint of the truth.

'And you expect me to believe this?' The Director asked.

Clint step forth and into Fury's line of vision. 'Because it's true, Sir.'

Fury glance from Nat to Clint and back again. 'You both swear this to me?'

'We do.' Nat said, her tone one hundred percent serious. Fury sighed and shook his head.

'Then I guess that's good enough for me. I can't forbid you from allowing Thor into battle in his current predicament as I am no longer the Director of S.H.I.L.D. I can only serve to convey information and advice to you. However, I strongly advise you don't allow Thor to fight while he looks like that.'

The teamed exchanged glances with one and other.

'You will always be director to me, director.' Tony said in a slightly teasing tone. 'However, I don't know if you noticed, but we've been a few Avengers down of late. I don't know if we could afford to spare Thor.'

Fury shifted uncomfortably in the chair he was perched in. 'I've had my say, the choice is yours.'

'I want to fight.' Thor said firmly. 'My friends, I want to be with you. To fight gloriously by your side.' He waved his hammer in a declaration of proof. 'If mighty Mjolnir still deems me worthy then I shall take my rightful place by your side.'

Loki rolled his eyes at the righteousness of Thor's loyalty inspiring speech. 'We get it, you're still as 'worthy' as ever. You are yet to be tainted by the corruption which is so inherently built into my vessel. How touching. But that doesn't remedy the fact that you are still trapped within my body and I in yours. What will the civilian humans think when they see the intergalactic menace Loki wielding faithful Thor's hammer and fighting alongside the Avengers? Call it a spoiler, but I would say that would be rather out of character for me, would you not agree?'

Thor's face instantly fell, making Loki's thin lips form a pout and the green of his eyes echo with disappointment.

'Ok, let's not get hasty here.' Tony said. 'Loki makes a good point. But this is Loki we are talking about here. Wouldn't he want us to be at our weakest. He wants us to fear the general public's reaction. He wants us to go out there without Thor and get slaughtered. We're Rogers, Maximoff and Banner down. I've called in some reinforcements but it won't be enough. Thor can still lift the hammer and that makes him the most powerful person here. Even trapped in Loki's body he's still hard to kill, I think Loki proved that when he attacked New York. Thor is our biggest weapon.'

'Mr. Stark is right.' Vision said as he finally hung up his mobile phone. 'I was just speaking with the vice president, he wants us to put all our resources into this. There may be repercussions but I propose we deal with those after Los Angeles is secured. My only concern is that we cannot leave Loki in the tower by himself while we battle. He is a flight risk, it would be the perfect moment for him to flee or attack. We would be aiding Los Angeles while simultaneously condemning New York.'

Loki curved Thor's lips into a smug smile. 'It seems you all know me too well.'

'The there is only one thing to be done.' Tony said with sardonic grin. 'Vision, would you be so kind as to retrieve the cuffs which Thor brought Loki to earth in?'

Loki's grin instantly fell from Thor's face. 'No.'

'Oh, yes. Suit up, space boy. You're coming with.'

Loki was about to argue when a young man came stumbling over his own feet into the room. He was in sneakers which were about to fall apart and his face was brimming with the innocents of youth. He had a long red garment tossed over one arm.

'Hi.' He said as he rubbed the back of his head with his spare hand. He glanced towards Thor in the fair corner of the room and his eyes drifted down to the hammer held loosely in Loki's slim pale fingers. 'I'm Peter. Is that Mjolnir? Oh, so cool. Can I hold it?'

'Everybody, meet the reinforcements, reinforcements, everybody.' Tony chimed in a false bravado.

Loki lifted a perfectly blond eyebrow at the new comer. 'Trust me kid, I've tried. You can't.'

'Wow, you're Thor.' Peter said excitedly. Then he pointed towards Thor. 'And you're that bad guy, right? Yeah, that's cool, I'm chill with anything.'

Loki was clearly ropeable, his expression was seething as he balled Thor's enormous hands into tight fists and practically growled at the teen.

'"That bad guy"? If I anyone even attempts to cuff me to this moron I will mutilate them and everyone they have ever loved.'